[The_wolf_9966]: 403.Secret Sin

The moon called down,
And no other sound was heard.
Her call became my secret sin,
My doorway into madness.
She spoke, and I listened.
Obeying every command,
Ignoring the blood
That stained my hands,
And the screams
That stained my soul.
My secret sin fulfilled
Her tithe paid.
She left me to die
On her alter of flesh.
A Shepard forsaken,
with the lamb slaughtered.
Into the dark
I’ve tumbled, but do not fret
Not for me.
I have the memory of her,
And my secret sin
They make perfect company.